The Searcher Book Review Novels & Stories

I don’t even know where to look next. “You’re thinking of it like a human investigation, wolves use their senses to hunt, we follow trails, and scents, what we don’t know is if they actually didn’t try or if they did but couldn’t get anything.” “So, we know nothing new then?” I try to hold my disappointment, He nods. “For now,” I breathe in deeply, “Now what?” Shutting off his computer, he stood up. “It took me years to find the killer I sought? The best hunter is the patient one” he pressed a kiss to my brow. “Let’s go to bed.”

They both guessed it could turn bad, but weren’t completely sure. Fiona spent the better part of the evening pouring through her books in search of information to help her understand the consequences of his actions. As she flipped through the pages of the musty, leather bound book he noticed had a peculiar group of interlocking circles on its cover, she expelled an enormous sigh combined with a groan and rested her elbows on the table top with her face buried in the palm of her hands. The room was quiet enough to hear a squirrel scurrying across the porch outside the open window. After an excruciating and interminable silence, Fiona pulled her hands away from her face and sat back, straighte

Aella POV Hunter immediately disappeared beneath another mountain of books. I wasn't even surprised anymore. The moment Pamela mentioned her father's surname, he had become completely absorbed by the search. "Hale..." he murmured to himself as he pulled one heavy volume after another from the shelves. "There has to be something." Order quietly joined him. Several books floated through the air on their own, landing neatly on the enormous table before them. Chaos wandered over with a cup of tea. "I'm placing bets."

Ethan protested, his voice filled with nervous anger. But Kaelen wasn't listening to him. Guided by his sense of smell, he crossed the living room, along the corridors to Ethan's mother's library. His fingers brushed the shelves, his eyes scanning each title, each old binding, until he found what he was looking for. The book he held in his hands... He was the one he was hunting. Ethan took a step forward, his face tense. "You can't take it," he said, his tone laced with a fear he didn't yet understand. "It's my mother's book. She wrote it."

she announced. I nodded and walked to the books. "What are we searching for exactly?" I asked. "Anything that has to do with vivid dreams or seizures," Selene announced. Then I shot her strange glare. Had this girl also had seizures? If so then this was really bad. I walked to a section of the library and began to trail my fingers on the corners as I hoped to find what she asked for. My hands suddenly stopped on one book. There was nothing special about it. It was a dark green. I wanted to ignore it since it was nameless, but I could not.

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

I said quickly, holding up a scroll I had grabbed from the hallway. He looked at me suspiciously but eventually stepped aside. Once inside, I let out a breath of relief. The library was massive, with rows and rows of shelves that seemed to stretch into forever. I felt small standing there, but I couldn’t let that stop me. I started searching, my fingers brushing over the spines of books as I looked for anything that might hold the answers I needed. My mother’s story echoed in my mind, giving me clues to follow. Finally, I found it—a book about old alliances and rivalries between packs. My heart raced as I flipped through the pages, scanning for anything that matched what Mama had told me.

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"

“When I read the book by Aldous, I was under the impression that it was hard to find. There was no information. I have no idea if Samara has managed to find out anything.” ‘Maybe there was something.’ He mutters as he sits. I shake my head. “I went through that book so many times and now look," I gesture to the castle on the cliff, "it’s just sitting there, available for all to see.” ‘I don’t think it is.’ I look down to find him staring up at me. His white tail wraps around his feet as he studies me. ‘You are still new to Witch Hunting. Maybe your mind wasn’t ready for it. Not until you accepted it.’